My So-Called Homeschool

You know, I spend too much time comparing Monkey Boy to the girls at his age and concluding that, as a boy, he’s way behind them. But while he doesn’t talk incessantly like they did then, he doesn’t take second place (or third) in imagination. Take, for instance, bedtime tonight:

Mommy: Monkey Boy! Settle down, it’s time for bed.

MB: No, it’s daytime.

Mommy: No, it’s night time. See, the sun has gone to bed.

MB: No, he’s checkin’ his e-mail. In his home.

Mommy: Really? The sun isn’t in bed, he’s checking e-mail at home?

MB: Yep. With his wife. (I didn’t even know he knew the word wife — he usually says mommy instead)

Mommy: Oh, yeah? The sun has a wife, huh? Does he have kids too?

MB: Yep. Sunkids.

Mommy: Really?

MB: (Pretty much not waiting for Mommy’s response) There’s a brother. He’s a big boy. But not a man.

Mommy: Does he have brothers and sisters?

MB: Yeah. Stisters.

Mommy: What are their names?

MB: Cano and Cano. (This is the name of his constant imaginary companion)

Mommy: Really? They’re girls? ‘Cause I thought Cano was a boy’s name.

MB: One’s a boy and one’s a girl.

Mommy: Oh, OK. Well, there’s the end of our song (on the CD).

MB: Time to get in bed?

Mommy: Yep.

MB: OK

Mommy: Who are you and what have you done with my Monkey Boy? (no, not really, but I was thinking it — he usually fights getting into bed!)

I just loved the way he had the answer immediately for everything I asked, he didn’t even think about it. Kids just rock!